Princess Mother (Princess Diaries #12 : A Princess Diaries FanFiction)

4:07 p.m., Tuesday, December 8

4:07 p.m., Tuesday, December 8

Royal Bedroom

Palais de Genovia

Principalité de Genovia

Bella is a total bitch. And her mother is worse. I mean, how evil can a person be?

We were eating the main course when Bella asked me, in a sweet, innocent (ha!) voice:

“Hey, Mia! Haven’t you given birth yet? How many weeks are you pregnant already? Like, 42 or something?”

I was astonished by this comment. I guess Michael saw it in my eyes, because he took my free hand, which was under the table, and touched my belly with affection. Nevertheless, I decided to answer with the most princessy tone and smile.

“Actually, Bella, I’m 38 weeks. But, as I’m having twins, it seems like I’m much longer, doesn’t it?”

“Well yeah. You actually look like a big fat cow. Or a whale. Or any fat animal, I don’t care which one.”

Michael replied faster than I did, thank God.

Or maybe not.

“She might be a little, hmm, fat, but she shines. Look how beautiful she is, isn’t she? And the babies can be born any day, anyway. I just hope she keeps on looking this gorgeous for the rest of our lives, with this happy radiance.”

And then, of course, the Contessa di Trevani had to share her opinion with the rest of us, even if we absolutely didn’t care a bit.

“I hope for you they are born soon, actually. But I guess the poor babies don’t want to, given the family they’re going to live in. A weird princess and a computer nerd who is, besides, a commoner. Very exciting, and especially challenging. These kids are just being smart by staying in there for a few more weeks.”

“Smart? Are you sure those kids are going to be smart? Considering how their parents are, it’s not like they’ll be outstanding. Maybe watching cheesy movies or I don’t know what computer nerds usually do. It’s not like our kids. They’re so smart and beautiful! I hope your kids will be half as pretty as ours!”

“You bitch! Won’t you shut up? Mia and Michael’s kids will be both smart and gorgeous, and truly loved, which I can’t say yours are.”

Lilly looked really angry at both the Contessa and Bella as she cried that. I was stunned by the discussion and felt tears in my eyes. Great, absolutely great. Now I was going to cry in front of them. Instead of letting that happen, I stood up as fast as I could and I ran to my bedroom. I heard Grandmère shouting me to calm down and sit down again, but I just ignored her. Michael ran after me and took my hand until I was safe in bed, again. He has stayed with me ever since. He says Lilly shouted a few things more to our, hmm, lovely guests, and she ran to her room to calm down. A few minutes ago she came to check up if I was alright. She says Bella and the Contessa are just so jealous of Michael and me and the whole family that they said all these mean things, because, and I quote, Bella got pregnant at the age of eighteen and she’s never done anything productive in her live, not like me, as I have accomplished many things, unquote. She’s really the best sister-in-law I could wish for.

My sweet physician came with Boris to say hi before they went back home, as they still had some unpacking to do and they have to get ready for Sweden.

And Michael’s so fantastic! Right now he’s getting me some food because the babies and I have barely eaten today. Isn’t he the best husband in the world?